CHAPTER 26: THE HATRED FOR WEREWOLVES

Alpha Gregory strode into the grand foyer of his sprawling townhouse, the echo of his footsteps bouncing off the polished marble floors. As he reached the staircase, a figure appeared at the top of the landing—a tall, elegant woman with striking features and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Alpha," she purred, descending gracefully down the stairs. It was Cheryl, one of his favored mistresses, and the one who had captured his attention more than the others. While he had a mate chosen for duty, Cheryl held a far more personal place in his life.

"Cheryl," he greeted, his gaze appreciative as she drew closer.

She slipped her arm through his, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. "How was the journey to the Lycan kingdom?" she asked, a sultry edge in her voice as she led him toward his chamber.

As they entered, she closed the door softly behind them and slipped her hands around his neck, pulling him in for a lingering kiss. Alpha Gregory responded with a low growl, his hand tightening